This moment, this space -
breathing free now,
Sometimes unsure of the morning tomorrow,
as dew-caressed twilight in a
eclipsed vaccum;

I keep walking,
with half-asleep exhausted soul,
Breathing in orange-essenced air,
Sometimes, someone would walk with me,
Going their own way later,
Like travellers seeking their own home,
A quick smile, a rare hug and
love - failing test of time,
everything -
a fog over sunrise.